The Road To... (Victor)

["Z.E.B."]

...The Next Day...
Theme Song: Ignition From Dynasty Warriors 6

...Running there, with his black cloak, black bowler's hat, comfortable jeans, and some nice black boots, Z.E.B. finally arrived at the scene. What it looked like was that he was already sweating, as if he'd already been running all over the place. Or running around the building for a while. ...Or running all over the place. Because he'd gotten lost. Because that was just so highly improbable, being as unfamiliar with his surroundings as he was.

>_>;

Well.

<.<

WELL HE WAS EARLY. SO IT DIDN'T REALLY MATTER.

...By an hour or so. Because, obviously, he wasn't ditching class or anything.

>.>;

---Panting slightly, as if he was fully out of breath (or at least from how it appeared so, he bent over, knowing full well that that actually restricted air flow. Rather, after thinking on that matter, he just plopped himself backwards onto his rear, curling his knees high up and close to himself while he began thinking over the matter, finally working on getting himself clo---

*Cellphone Ringing*---

"Herro?"

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...

"Yes."

...

"Mm."

...

"Come, have faith..."

...

"...Thank you. Tark to you ratel."

*Click*

Clipping his phone closed, the Chinese boy sighed. Goodness, he wasn't going nearly as fast as he was hoping to. But it couldn't be helped. Things like this couldn't be rushed. He'd killed about an hour or so with his reconfirmation with the white-haired one at least. All that was left was to wait and---

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor walked up as the incredibly tall asian boy was made shorting as he sat and closed his phone. oooh, who's he talking to? maybe a girlfriend? a nice pretty asian girlfriend...

Victor did have a little thing for asians...

though he also had a thing for respecting his bros... unless the girl was really really hot...

ya know, not a big deal really.

Victor walked his usual big stride, wearing a black wife beater and some nice american eagle shorts, his faux hawk waving gently in the wind as he walked toward the boy.

Victor considered slapping him over the head to get his attention, but then decided against it, he hadn't known the kid for long enough, and there where other things he could do that where... friendlier...

Victor patted him on the back as he walked by. "Hey glad to see you made it, hope your ready, this is gonna be intense!" Victor said with his lovable smile and a little chuckle.

all black... and all... well he wasn't exactly dressed for stretching improvement, but hey it was still worth a shot right.

Victor would wait for the kids response before he continued with his little 'lesson'

["Z.E.B."]

Confirmation? Confirmation.

"Hey glad to see you made it, hope your ready, this is gonna be intense!"

"Hoo-ah!" the Asian boy would suddenly snap, bringing both his elbows to his waist, as he assumed a karate-punching style, his feet simeltaneously distancing themselves from each other as his knees bent slightly. Yeah, the Asian kid had a smile for right back at Victor. ...Probably not as enthusiastic as his newfound friend was, considering that he himself was still hurting like hell from all of yesterday, but the Asian did his best to hide it. Not honorable, y'know?

"...How we stalting filst?" he'd begin a little more calmly, though his body waited in heavy anticipation.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor liked the enthusiasm, Smiling big and wide he thought about it. he had done some personal training before in the past so he figured he would simply continue on with that train of thought and teach Bamf that way.

"Well first off, we'll work on flexibility, its pretty simple stuff you know" Victor mentioned, simply bending at the waist, and reaching down to lay his palms flat on the ground. "This is the most simple stretch their is really, just bend at the waist and don't bend your knees, and do it every day and soon you'll see huge improvement in your leg flexibility and mobility, as well in your lower back" Victor explained, quite enjoying himself, he always liked teaching

["Z.E.B."]

STRETCHING! FOREVER! =D!?

There was a nice sense of continuity in the way that Victor was teaching. Z.E.B. appreciated that much... for, when he began to bend downwards, he could go down to about the ankles or so, but going further felt like he was about to snap every tendon in his body.

Unbending knees? Alright.

Bend at the waist? Elementry.

But doing it to such an extent... Well, it had been a really, really long time since the boy had last done it to this extent. Still, he just grinned and beared it. If he recalled, smiling, happiness, and other positive things actually helped release good hormones in the body for growing and strengthening or something like that. Like an ancient Chinese secret or summat.

"...Stletching... vely good!..." he'd grunt inbetween groans, as he attempted to keep up.

...He'd dare not wish for something shorter. He had to...

...

...

...Well.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor smiled, he liked people who enjoyed challenging themselves, and he really liked people who took his teaching seriously

over the next hour and a half or so Victor would teach him side stretches, quad stretches, calf stretches, arm stretches, and even the stretch that when practiced enough would eventually allow for one to do the splits forwards and backwards.

Little beads of sweat had begun to form on victor's brow, he wasn't usually this tired out from just teaching, but it had been awhile, he embraced it.

"So... how you feelin' bro?" Victor asked, his voice friendly and inviting in its rich baritone, hopefully Z.E.B was able to keep up, though Victor doubted that the persistant asian boy would give up so easily

["Z.E.B."]

DID I MENTION STRETCHING!? FOREVER!? =D!?...

"So... how you feelin' bro?"

'You. Have. Suffeled. E-Nough. At. Wal. With Yourserf. Its. Time. That. You. Won.'

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA---NO.

...

...Well, maybe.

...Though Z.E.B. as he finished his last stretch, keeping up (if only barely), had fallen flat on his ass, with his surprisingly stretchy clothes. Well, surprising to anyone except him and his fellows, perhaps.

"Good... Good... Thank you, I really appreciate it," the Asian boy would laugh, smiling very deeply, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his hair and hat.

But his hand was reaching into his pocket.

...?

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor smiled, he liked this kid, so much dedication, Victor would make him a winner...

a big winner

in fact, Victor planned on making him the winner right there and then when suddenly he noticed that Z.E.B was reaching into his pocket...

this was strange, Victor was never the winner!

(except in bed)

Victor's curiousity was peaked though, he remained quiet, he would wait to see what the kid was going to pull out, he really had no idea, though something inside of him tensed in preperation, god knows this kid could randomly just pull a knife on him...

or maybe his pants vibrated and he was just checking his phone

who knows?

Victor wanted to be polite though, he didn't specifically trust this kid, but he was willing to make it look like he did for the moment

["Z.E.B."]

...Guess We Can Drop The Bullshit Now...

The boy just smiled, in just the few seconds that he reached for his cellphone, pulling it out slowly. After all, it was just a cellphone.

"Thank you again, though. It was vely, vely kind of you."

...

"...I'm grad its you."---*Click*

*BEEP*

*BEEP*

*BEEP*



Yes. The beeping didn't stop there. For suddenly, it could be heard from all around, if a bit distant. But all of it was growing more and more... Yes. The beeping was getting closer.---Suddenly, the Asian would sit up, smiling with a strange look on his lips. Was the exhaustion gone?

* * * * * * SMOG MACHINE SMOKE * * * * * *

The tapping of feet from all around. The constant, but unclear movement... as if it was all precisely planned out.

---"I see. Zo. Thiz iz him, Z.E.B.?"

"Sil."

"Hm."

...The smoke cleared. Many assorted individuals surrounded the two in a large, loose circle.

"So."

"Victor, huh? I've heard a lot."

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

oh shit...

...oh shit

...oh shit...

WHEN DID I GET INTO THE FUCKING TWILIGHT ZONE!?

DAMMIT! I HATE IT WHEN THIS SHIT HAPPENS AT THIS FUCKING SCHOOL FULL OF FUCKING FUCKING FUCK!

Victor had a small mindfuck before calming down...

okay, there where a bunch of people here all the sudden... bamf better not have signed all these guys up for stretching lessons cause Victor was NOT in the mood to do THAT all over again

Victor smiled at the new man, not entirely certain who he was or why he was here... (but then again, who is certain who they are and why they're here? ZING! PHILOSOPHY JOKES HAHAHA!)

Victor walked over calmly, his giant signature smile coming to life as his deep blue eyes looked the man over. he reached the man who spoke his name, reaching his hand out and laughing. "Hey man, you know my name, and I hope those things where good, how you doin?" he asked, a little glint in his eye.

["Z.E.B."]

Surprisingly, You Have A Choice. Yeah, I Know.

"Hey man, you know my name, and I hope those things where good, how you doin?"

The very, very tall German stood towards Victor. Oddly enough, he was the same height as Z.E.B.... But their skin tone, and appearances kind of different... Besides, Z.E.B. was a chink.

However, the German seemed to be taken by the short-ish fellow, smiling heartily.

"Gut. Very gut, my short little fellow," he'd say jokingly, shooting his hand out to shake Victor's. If Victor would reply in kind, he'd shake hard and vigoriously. And if there was a retort? Well, the German would either grin and bear it, or just laugh.

"...I'm actually here---"

"CAN I BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM BOSS? CAN I? CAN I? CAN I---"

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"FFFFFFFFFF---"

*Clears Throat*

Grabbing his collar for a moment to adjust his throat, backing up for a moment, he'd nod towards Victor before continuing a little more seriously.

"...Az I vas saying. I am interested in your abilities. And your personality and good traits speak for you. But first and foremost... If you vould, I vould like you to have a small match against my compatriot, Z.E.B.," he'd continue, smiling. Glancing suddenly around. The people began to back off a bit more, as Z.E.B. slowly brushed himself off and stood up. Sweating? Yes. But instead of the look of someone who was worn out with stretching, he now had the persona of someone who was just ripely warmed-up.

"If you're interested in what I have to offer... I implore you to participate in this... experiment."

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor took the man's hand, his eyes closed and he had to laugh a little when he was called short, this activated the almost automatic response of "Short, yes, but at least you know I'm not compensating for anything" he'd say with a joking laugh, his finger coming up in objection to being short, suddenly Z.E.B freaked the fuck out...

Victor's smile faded for a short moment before coming back full throttle as the guy cleared his throat. Victor knew there was a reason he didn't fully trust that kid...

Victor then listened as the man began to speak of how he'd like Victor to fight with Z.E.B.

this was interesting... Bamf certainly looked up to it, and Victor had never been one to turn down a fight.

"Are we holding back then, or is it just go time?" Victor asked, suddenly glad he was all warmed up, he smiled big and wide, his eyes suddenly gaining a feral wildness to their blue depths, he hadn't felt this good about the thought of fighting someone in ages

he had fought beside Z.E.B and now he was gonna see what the kid could do face to face. Victor trembled... with excitement

["Z.E.B."]

"WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN"

Z.E.B. slowly began by dragging off the knocked out fellow, and throwing him towards the outer part of the circle.

Discipline.

If there was one thing he had to respect about the boss, it was how he kept his people strong. And how he stayed respected. Hence, why, while the smoke had cleared and the people had backed off as a circle, it was still a perfect thirty-foot radius. The boss however stood a little further, dragging the beaten down fellow to his lap, pulling out a few bandages and a few other things to treat the new, if small, injuries.

Z.E.B., seeing his comrade being properly taken care of, slowly turned about face to look at Victor... his eyes almost visible in the shadows of his face. Almost.

"Are we holding back then, or is it just go time?"

"...Go time," the chink would smile slowly, his knees bending slightly as he put his left foot forward by two and a half steps, perfectly diagonal from his right, both feet point forty-five degrees away from each other. His hands... his nails were curled up into claws, as he held them prone, in front of himself, ready. Five foot distance between himself and Victor. Long "dress"? Naw, that wouldn't get in the way, not this one.

Z.E.B. nodded backwards, for Victor to make the first move.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor smiled, wider than he'd smiled in a long time... this fucking... phs 42, the tamest place he'd ever been at, all of his aggression bottled up for so long, sure there was a little tussle here, a little tussle there, but everyone was such a pussy! it was all just sparring, or simply fighting until they agreed to stop, Victor was sick of it, he had wanted a good bare knuckle don't stop till you get enough, knockout dragout fight.

This kid just said the magic words, Go time...

Victor's fists clenched, his teeth grinded a little bit as Z.E.B nodded to him to make the first move, Victor lightly licked his teeth, pulling his fists to the sides

all of the aggression, all of the stupidity of this school, all of the passive aggressiveness, the acting like a nice guy, making way too many friends with way too many people that didn't matter, the frustrations of being surrounded entirely by morons

now it came out, full force

Victor let out a primal scream, the kind that changed everything about a person in one moment, that set the tone for a new begining, and also an ending

(OOC: 200 post + 10 stats, Victor's stats for this fight are as follows:

STR- 41
Dex- 40
Con-30
Int-20
Wis-20
Char-5

Point re-allocation was okay'd by both Z.E.B and Victor OCC before the fight)

Victor ran forward with a fury in his eyes, the kind that transcended the usual 'let's just fight for fun' attitude this school had set up so predominantly,

Victor noted the boy's stance, and the boy's height, he was a bit of an awkward thing to behold, being so tall, victor would use his low center of gravity and momentum he built up from the sudden rush to tackle at the boys midsection, if he got a good grip he would lift the kid up over his shoulder and reverse pile drive his head into the ground, then roll and get back up, immediately proceeding to curb stomp his head into the ground.

If he couldn't get a good hold he would turn his tackle into something of a brawl-fest, simply using his forward momentum into his left shoulder and shove forward, then begin swinging toward the kid's general face and chest region.

["Z.E.B."]

Welcome To China
Theme Song: Welcome To China from Dynasty Warriors 6

Can you feel the tension?

The resonance of souls?

Tell me, can you?

A powerful force erupted in the middle of the circle. Even the boss' eyes lit up, as he stared at it. Perhaps some of the others couldn't figure out what it was... But he could feel it. Taste it. Yes, smell it.

The scent of spirit...

...All while all of this happened, the German smiled.

Z.E.B. had... remarkbly good judgement for picking out those with potential.

"...Wunderbar."

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The sudden burst of power and energy nearly blew Z.E.B. back. Nearly. While his feet suddenly ground into the floor, the Asian boy held his stance... Awkward looking? Yes. But there was a point to many of the things he did.

For a second, half a second, watching Victor tear those five feet of distance into a foot of explosion, he almost felt as if there was a pause, as the force of two powers were about to collide.

...Perhaps in this moment, he smiled.

Sudenly. Snapping birds and trees in the background.

>_>

Regardless. The hit would make it. Straight into his chest. The wind blew out of his chest. However...

...In the next moment, the chink would attempt to focus his arms to suddenly go over (or shall we say, below) Victor's shoulders, grabbing for his front in a large bear-hug like manner, attempting to dig into the boy's chest. And if that was successful, well...

...The ground was powerful. And it differentiated for no one.

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"...Interesting... How vill you respond, Victor?" the German muttered to himself softly...